I'll forget myself one of these days!My jacket. That nail is bentMy skirt, its liningHissing against my stockings,Slithers down like a snake in the sand.My undershirt, my whites,The whites of my breasts!Drooping like plastic bags - Two pounds of salt in eachMy skin goes over my headlike a bobsledder's bodysuit-The gulls will have a ball!And now for the muscles - Fiber by fiberHour-glass licoriceRolling in sandLike spaghetti in flourDisconnect the tendonsWith sharp tugsAs with wires riveted To fence posts

I reach inside – That's the brim of the gut The sunbeams pierce To my womb's bald skull Let's stoke our bellies with clumps of seaweed!Let our eyes become the pearlybodies of snails- I might be a poet,Spinning such words!

Once again I reach calmly into the soggy hole beneath my breastsAnd grab hold of my poorStuttering heartBut oooooh....